One last hour to go before school is over .I'm so sick of all these teachers and students always complaining how hard life is but they don't know the beginning of a hard life for Daniel Bolden . As I walk my way through the hall ways of hutherson High And have the most horrible smell of feet and the over use of axe coming form the boys bathroom I see my best friend ( literally really my only friend) Beth she was the only African American girl with a 4.0 in our junior class and the only smart person in the school to have a conversation with a idiot like me.
As I approach her she was fixing her long silky black hair and checking her Light brown eyes in this tiny hand mirror . "You know they have bathrooms for that" I said "yes I know that! But those girls are such stuck up bitches and like to hog them all the time. So I decide to bring my own." As I was about to say something to insult her the one minute bell went off and just like she ran off to her Honors Physics class and I ran around the Corner for geometry.
After about a hour of hearing the lecture of congruent triangles I rush to my locker to get my helmet and jacket and rush home I had a surprise waiting for family when they got home. before I closed my locker I checked to my sure my black Justin bieber hair was in order and my Blue Contacts that always seem to slide off to the left side of my eye and creep people out.
I hop on my motor bike and head home rushing for the surprise that I had sat up for my parents when I reach the end of our street and see our nice brown house with its yellow door my heart starts pounding and I slam
My motor bike on the ground and rush inside to prep for big the surprise.
I change into my black skinny jeans and a white T-shirt . Then I run downstairs and grab a bar stool from the basement. I run upstairs as quick as possible knowing my dad or mom could be her any minute . I climb on top of the bar stool and hear my dad's car pull in ( I know the sound ) I only had a few seconds ..... I hear him scream from downstairs "DANIEL!!!!! How many times do I have to tell you to not leave your bike in the damn drive way!" ....I don't respond I hear heavy footsteps coming up the stairs and tell myself it's time I check the rope and the beam on the ceiling I tie the rope around my neck and with a leap of faith I jump from the chair .......
